Relationships
She broke up with her boyfriend and moved in with a man she’d known for 3 weeks here’s what happened next
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1 year agoon
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Melody 911FMLiesbet Collaert was about to blow up her life. She’d arrived in San Francisco, California just three weeks earlier, part of an overland journey across North America with her long-term boyfriend, Karl.
Now, Liesbet was about to abandon her travels (unthinkable), abandon the plan (out of character), and abandon Karl (unbelievable).
Why? Because Liesbet had fallen in love with someone else, and she couldn’t shake the thought that she was meant to be with him.
It was 2004 and Liesbet was 28. She’d met her American boyfriend Karl a couple of years earlier, on a trip to Australia. Back in her home country of Belgium, Liesbet was a trained teacher, but while she enjoyed her job, her thirst for adventure superseded everything else. Liesbet was always working out ways she could work from the road, always figuring out her next trip.
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“Travel has always been number one,” Liesbet tells CNN Travel today.
When Liesbet and Karl pulled up in San Francisco, they planned to only stay for a week. They were crashing with a friend of Karl’s – a guy called Nik who owned a San Francisco townhouse he’d converted into three apartments. Nik lived in one of the studios, and he rented out the others.
That first day, after greeting Nik and dumping her bag in his apartment, Liesbet headed back downstairs to grab a CD from the campervan.
“As I come into the yard, I get greeted by two beautiful, amazing, fluffy dogs wagging their tails,” recalls Liesbet. “And of course, I was totally enamored with them, hanging out with them…”
When Liesbet looked up, she noticed a man standing in the doorway of the ground floor apartment, smiling at her.
“Hi, I’m Mark,” he said. “Mark Kilty.” He was the dogs’ owner, and one of Nik’s tenants – the occupant of the downstairs apartment.
Liesbet introduced herself, explaining she and her boyfriend were staying with Nik for a few days.
“We talked a little bit – and a little bit turned into an hour,” recalls Liesbet.
Liesbet’s first impression of Mark was that he was “a very attractive, tall, dark-haired man” (“I was attracted to his looks more than anything else,” she admits.)
But after their extended conversation, Liesbet decided Mark was also “very well-spoken and intelligent.”
Mark was 33 and recently divorced. He’d grown up on the East Coast of the US, but moved to California in the late 1990s – he was a software engineer and had arrived just in time for the dot-com boom.
Mark was pretty happy with his life – separating from his wife hadn’t been easy, but he loved his work, his dogs and his life in the Bay Area.
But when Liesbet talked about her myriad travels and her nomadic lifestyle, Mark was immediately fascinated. It was like she’d opened up a window to a life he’d never even considered, but was immediately enthralled by.
“Probably my first real attraction to her in any way was just that she was a bit of a free spirit, and someone who was willing to risk a structured, normal life for having a good experience,” Mark tells CNN Travel today.
“I was very intrigued with her lifestyle, and what she was able to accomplish with relatively little financially – and how much she had been able to see places and go places and experience things.”
Liesbet crossed paths with Mark multiple times over the course of the next few days. It turned out Mark was good friends with his landlord Nik, and so Mark, Nik, Liesbet and Karl often hung out together.
“We went out for drinks,” recalls Liesbet, “Mark was a sailor and took us all out sailing. The group grew a little closer.”
Mark liked Liesbet, but he was conscious of not crossing any lines – she and Karl seemed pretty committed. But as the days rolled on and the week in San Francisco turned into three, Mark’s feelings began to spill over, and he started to suspect they were reciprocated.
As for Liesbet, the time in San Francisco just felt surreal. She knew she was falling for Mark. And she didn’t know what to do about it.
“Karl was really looking forward to the next step of our trip – we were going to meet my parents at some point in California, and then we’re going to go to Mexico,” recalls Liesbet. “And every time he brought that up, I was… I was quiet.”
The more time progressed, it was more and more emotionally laden, like my heart would beat harder as we sat next to each other on the couch, talking
Liesbet Collaert
Karl encouraged Liesbet and Mark to spend time together – it’d be just him and Liesbet for the next several months, so he figured it was nice for them both to enjoy other social interactions while they could.
“The more time progressed, it was more and more emotionally laden, like my heart would beat harder as we sat next to each other on the couch, talking,” recalls Liesbet.
The night before Liesbet was due to leave, she and Mark found themselves alone in his apartment. Mark was showing her photo albums from his college years, and the two of them were sharing stories about their lives before they’d met.
“At some point, he put his arm around me, and I just remember my heart going faster. And I think I turned. And I think that’s how it happened,” says Liesbet.
“We kissed,” says Mark. “We were both glad about it, but we felt bad about it also. Because obviously, she was in a relationship. And I’m pretty sure she was leaving the next day.”
When Liesbet left that evening, the only acknowledgment of what happened was Mark’s parting words:
“If you ever break it off with Karl, just let me know where you are, and no matter where you are, I’ll come pick you up,” he said.
A spontaneous decision
The next day, Liesbet and Karl prepared to say goodbye to San Francisco. Mark went to work, knowing they’d be gone by the time he got back.
As she helped Karl pack the camper, Liesbet battled a mounting feeling of dread.
She didn’t know what the future held. But she knew she couldn’t carry on with Karl, pretending her feelings for Mark meant nothing.
She decided she had to tell Karl the truth.
“I have feelings for Mark,” she said. “I think I’ll end up coming back here.”
She tried to sound confident and determined, masking the fear, sadness and confusion she felt. Karl seemed shocked, but didn’t try to persuade her to stay with him.
“He was very heartbroken,” recalls Liesbet. “He simply said, ‘If you think you’re going to come back, you’d better just stay.’”
So instead of getting into the RV together and driving on, Liesbet and Karl went to the bank and split up their finances. Then she took all her belongings out of the campervan and said goodbye to her boyfriend of three years.
“That was a very, very hard emotional time for both of us,” says Liesbet.
She watched Karl drive off in the RV, wiping away tears. Then she headed back into the apartment block, let herself into Mark’s apartment and dumped her stuff in the corner. Feeling emotionally and physically exhausted, she climbed onto Mark’s bed, comforted by his two dogs.
“Then for the rest of the day, I cried,” says Liesbet. “It was not an easy decision.”
Several hours later, when Mark came home from work, the first thing he noticed was that the campervan was gone. His heart sank.
“I’ll probably never hear from her again,” he thought.
Shaking off the thought, he parked his car and headed into the building.
“I go up to the apartment door and the door was unlocked, which was a little bit odd,” recalls Mark.
He stepped inside, expecting to be greeted by his dogs, who usually waited for him at the door. Instead, they came out of the bedroom.
“They were wagging and happy to see me and I sort of got down on the ground with them – as I do with dogs – and hung out with them and petted them.”
Mark comforted himself with the dogs’ affections, pushing thoughts of Liesbet out of his mind.
“And then, I don’t know, four seconds later, five seconds later – Liesbet steps out from the bedroom door.”
Mark jumped, looking at her in disbelief, then swore loudly.
“My jaw hit the ground,” he says. “I was just in shock.”
Liesbet interpreted Mark’s reaction as an indication she’d made a “massive mistake.”
“Maybe this was not such a good idea,” she thought. The tears which had been falling freely all day threatened to start up again.
But then Mark got up and embraced her, giving her a long hug.
They stood, arms around each other, for a long while. Then, softly, Mark asked why she was there.
“I decided to stay,” said Liesbet.
New chapter
That’s how Liesbet moved in with Mark after knowing him for just a few weeks. After Mark got over the initial shock, he was thrilled and the two spent the next few weeks in a happy daze.
“There were a lot of emotions and a lot of excitement,” says Mark.
“There was the romance of being together, and actually being able to express our emotions for each other,” adds Liesbet.
It wasn’t all perfect – Liesbet still “felt guilty and bad about Karl.”
She also questioned her decision to abandon the overland adventure.
“In the past, I had left boyfriends for my travels,” she says. “With Mark, it was the opposite – I was abandoning my travels for a man, so I struggled with that.”
Plus, there were logistical issues at play – Liesbet’s tourist visa only allowed her to stay in the US for another month. She couldn’t just live, jobless and visaless, in Mark’s apartment for the foreseeable future, nor did she want to. But neither she nor Mark felt able to make any long-term plans just yet. In the end, Liesbet applied for a visa extension, which was granted, and the two put thoughts of the long term to one side and decided to just enjoy the moment.
About a month after she’d moved in with Mark, Liesbet flew with him to the East Coast to meet his family. A few months after that, Liesbet’s parents came to visit. Their respective families took the sudden change in circumstances pretty well, and everyone got on.
As time went on, Liesbet and Mark started talking about potential adventures they could go on together when Liesbet’s US visa ran out. As a keen sailor, Mark had always dreamed of spending an extended period on the water. Liesbet was prone to seasickness, but she was willing to give life on the ocean a try. She was excited that Mark seemed up for an adventure, and as much as she was enjoying San Francisco, she had itchy feet.
So, in 2005, Mark quit his job and the couple bought a sailboat, planning to sail around the California coast towards South America.
“It was definitely a big leap of faith,” says Mark.
Unfortunately the adventure got off to a bumpy start. Liesbet badly struggled with her seasickness, while Mark’s dogs hated being on the water.
After just two days at sea, the couple made the decision to abandon the boat, put it up for sale and purchase a campervan instead.
“Ironically, I was ‘back on plan’ but with a different boyfriend and two dogs,” says Liesbet.
A bump in the road
Liesbet and Mark spent the next year driving through Central America, traveling to Panama, and then back up to Texas.
The beginning, says Mark, was a “honeymoon period.”
“You’re just enjoying the company and the relationship growing and those kinds of things,” he says. “But we definitely hit a bump.”
Liesbet could feel Mark pulling away. “He wasn’t really holding my hand,” she recalls. “There was something about him that felt a little off.”
The situation worsened. And then, when they reached Honduras, Mark said he wanted to end things.
Liesbet could have left there and then, and flown back to Belgium. But something made her stay. And so for the last few months of the trip, she and Mark lived together, broken up, in the tight confines of the campervan.
Both of them were lonely, and both of them struggled.
They reached Texas, where they’d arranged to stay with Karl – yes, Liesbet’s ex-boyfriend Karl. It was now over a year since Liesbet ended things with him, and he was now dating someone else, living happily in Austin.
When they’d made the arrangement, Liesbet and Mark were in love. Now it was just awkward.
“Mark stayed in the campervan in Karl’s drive, and I was staying in Karl’s spare bedroom,” says Liesbet, adding it was “all very ironic.”
Things got worse before they got better – one day Mark drove off, without telling Liesbet, and she had no idea if he would ever come back. Three days passed, and then she got a call from him, out of the blue.
“I really regret my decision,” Mark said. “I want us to start over.”
Today, Mark thinks the break-up was the result of him feeling overwhelmed – his life had changed so quickly and so drastically, and spending 24 hours a day with someone in a tight space isn’t easy.
But when he drove off, alone, in Austin, he had “a lot of time to think about what I want to do and who I would like to do it with.”
“Everything sort of pointed back to her,” he says.
Liesbet and Mark reunited, but this time they thought long and hard before diving in.
“When we got back together, we had some very long conversations about what we could improve in our relationship, about things that we each needed, personally, to make this work for both of us so that we can have a good relationship, but also so we can both, as individuals, be in a better place,” says Mark.
From there, Liesbet and Mark continued traveling together and both started working freelance on the road. They decided to give the sailing dream another shot – this time buying a bigger boat, a catamaran, which was more stable and comfortable for both Liesbet and the dogs.
The couple sailed to the Bahamas, then towards the Dominican Republic. Later, they sailed down the Panama Canal and on the Galapagos Islands to French Polynesia.
Throughout this experience, Liesbet and Mark operated as “a team,” says Liesbet.
In 2007, Liesbet and Mark got married.
Their first celebration was a small, simple legal ceremony, with just a couple of friends as witnesses. Three years later, they had a larger wedding party with all their loved ones in St. Maarten. During the ceremony, Mark belatedly proposed – he’d never officially done so in 2007, and it felt only fitting to do so now, in front of Liesbet’s friends and family.
It was, says Liesbet, both “funny and romantic.”
Difficult times
One day in 2014, Mark was alone on the catamaran when he noticed a lump on his chest, just above his right nipple.
Earlier that week, Mark had also tripped and bumped his right chest.
“It hurt a lot more than I thought it should hurt,” he recalls.
This, combined with the lump, set off alarm bells in Mark’s mind. The year before, his sister had passed away from ovarian cancer. What were the chances of him also having cancer? And what were the chances of him having what looked like male breast cancer?
He pushed the thoughts out of his mind, mentioning the lump to Liesbet briefly, in passing, when she got home.
But a month later, Mark and Liesbet decided the lump “wasn’t really noticeably getting worse, but it wasn’t getting better.”
A biopsy in a hospital in Tahiti confirmed Mark had a type of breast cancer.
“Your whole world shatters when you hear those words, ‘You have cancer,’” says Mark.
“You don’t believe it at first,” says Liesbet.
The two also struggled with the relative rarity of a male breast cancer diagnosis.
“It was a big emotional rollercoaster the first few weeks,” says Mark.
Mark returned to the US for treatment. He didn’t struggle too much physically, but he found the emotional side tough, “especially just after losing my sister a year ago, having that fresh in my mind of what cancer does, intimately, in a family relationship.”
He felt “elation” when he was eventually given the all-clear.
“But there’s definitely a lot of elements of depression that go with that kind of diagnosis in that kind of situation, because it haunts you for the rest of your life,” he says.
Today, Mark manages his fears and uncertainties as best he can.
“I’m very fortunate that it turned out the way that it did. I don’t know if lucky is the right word. But you might say that,” he says.
Mark and Liesbet supported each other through Mark’s illness. Then, when Mark was finished with treatment, they started wondering what to do next. They still wanted adventure, but felt the need for a new chapter.
They left behind sailing and started traveling North America house-sitting and pet-sitting. Later, they bought another campervan and got back on the road again, traveling further afield once more.
On the road
Fast forward to today, and nearly twenty years after they first met, Mark and Liesbet are still traveling the world together. They document their travels on their blog, Roaming About, and Liesbet also published a travel memoir called “Plunge – One Woman’s Pursuit of a Life Less Ordinary.”
The couple don’t see themselves settling in one place any time soon, but they have a mental list of places they’ve visited and loved that they could see themselves perhaps returning to one day.
Liesbet and Mark still see themselves as a strong team. Traveling the world and navigating difficulties along the way, especially Mark’s illness, has only forged them closer together over the decades.
I can’t imagine anyone else that I would have ever gone on the last 20 years of my life with, and this adventure we’ve been on
Mark Kilty
“These are big, life-changing emotional things that happened to us,” says Liesbet. “I think because of the downs that we’ve had, we did grow closer and we can face pretty much everything right now, to be honest, and I know that sounds grand or whatever – but I think we can handle a lot as a couple right now.”
Looking back on their life together, Mark says he simply feels “joy and happiness, and contentment.”
“I can’t imagine anyone else that I would have ever gone on the last 20 years of my life with, and this adventure we’ve been on,” he says.
For Liesbet, their story illustrates the importance of living life with no regrets. She’s never regretted her spontaneous decision to stay behind with Mark in San Francisco – even if it hadn’t worked out, she knew she had to give life with Mark a go.
“I feel like you shouldn’t regret things that you could have tried,” she says. “I feel things are worth a try.”
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HIV infections surge due to non-disclosure among couples
Published
5 months agoon
June 24, 2024By
Melody 911FMThe Ghana AIDS Commission has identified the failure of couples to disclose their HIV status to each other as a major contributor to the rising HIV infection rates in the country.
According to Dr. Kyeremeh Atuahene, Director General of the Commission, the lack of disclosure among couples, combined with the discontinuation of medication by some HIV-positive individuals, are key factors driving the spike in infections.
“The fear of the husband or wife deserting them leads some not to disclose their status. Some are afraid their spouse may discover they are taking daily medication, leading them to hide or discontinue their medicines.”
Dr. Atuahene emphasised that women are disproportionately more susceptible to HIV infection than men, urging women to take proactive measures to protect themselves from contracting the virus.
He stressed the importance of women prioritising their health and well-being by getting tested regularly, practising safe sex, and adhering to treatment regimens if diagnosed with HIV.
“Women must be aware that they are more vulnerable and therefore they should protect themselves. The transmission rate from woman to man is just about 2% whereas it is more than 12 % for a man. That is why women should not gamble with their health and their lives by just accepting that ‘if he will give them more money to have sex without a condom it’s okay for me’.
“It shouldn’t be okay for you, especially when you might have the untreated sexually transmitted disease, that can also heighten the chance of you getting HIV,” he entreated.
“Dr. Atuahene elaborated that the mucous membrane lining the vagina is significantly more delicate and susceptible to irritation than its male counterpart, making women more prone to HIV infection due to the increased fragility of their genital tract tissue.
“When a female has sex with a man, penile sex and the man ejaculates, the sperm which might contain HIV particles may remain in her for quite some time, whereas that of the male you hardly can see that.
“Secondly, the surface area of the vagina is much wider than that of the male and thirdly the mucus membrane of the vagina is much more fragile than of the male.”
The Commission reported that in 2023, an estimated 334,095 people in Ghana were living with HIV, comprising:
– 115,891 males
– 218,204 females
Breaking down the demographics:
– Children under 14: 17,550
– Adolescents (10-19): 16,381
– Young adults (15-24): 33,245
– Adults (15 and older): 316,545
Relationships
The lies that led to broken trust after 4 years of friendship
Published
9 months agoon
March 11, 2024By
Melody 911FMI have often thought about suicide. How people decide to finally end their life, especially by jumping off a building. The courage it takes to take that final step before letting yourself go. Most days when I have such deep thoughts, you’ll find me on the rooftop of a building looking down. If you look carefully from below it’s easy to assume that I’m suicidal.
If you have lived in Nairobi though, you probably know that life isn’t like the movies. People don’t care that much about what other people choose to do with their lives. This is why I was so shocked the day I was peacefully staring at the city and a random man rushed towards me.
“Please don’t jump!” He said as he pulled me away from the ledge.
I felt the need to tell him that I wasn’t planning to jump but decided to wait for “the pep talk”. You know the one that people say to get you to view life differently and change your decision. Instead, he looked at me and handed me a packet of Skittles.
“I didn’t know what to say next. However, whenever I feel bad my sister always gives me a packet of Skittles. They make life a little better in that moment,” He said.
I won’t lie, that was the cheesiest thing I had ever heard but I loved Skittles so I took the packet from his hands. That small act of kindness led to the beginning of an amazing friendship. We ended up talking for two hours and by the time we parted, I had enjoyed our conversation so much.
The funny thing was we didn’t even exchange numbers, on another random day we found each other on the same rooftop. Like me, he was also a great sucker for a good view and deep thoughts. And from that day on, James became a huge part of my life, my best friend.
Most of the people in our lives never believed that a man and woman could ever have a bond like ours. One time my mum even told my relatives that we were both friends because one of us was secretly in love with the other. Typical Nairobi mindset. James and I had been there for each other through different seasons of our lives, especially relationships.
Being an extremely good-looking man, James always attracted beautiful but sometimes intense women. Just because he was my friend doesn’t mean I never noticed how handsome he was. However, I had never thought of him as a potential for me. He knew way too much, and, in my view, he made up for the female best friend I never had. Anyway, back to his relationships. James always found himself dealing with intense women who would go to any extent for his attention and approval. One of his exes hit another woman with a bottle at a club just because she was admiring James. So, to be on the safe side I always tried my best to keep my distance.
Due to their demanding nature, James could never maintain a relationship for longer than five months. For that reason, I never once thought that he would ever end up really liking someone until the day he fell for his supervisor at work. Jeanette was stunning like the women you see in magazines stunning. One look at her and you couldn’t even guess that she was in her 40s. Jeanette had recently lost her husband and so she wasn’t open to being with another man. Furthermore, James knew that the only way things would ever work out was if one person decided to quit their job.
Given that his salary was good and his working conditions were favourable, there was no way he would ever leave his job for a woman. James decided the best way to deal with his feelings was to bury them and move on. This was better said than done.
Working closely with her made it difficult for them to maintain a working relationship and with time they ended up sneaking around. This went on for four months until one of the other employees caught them messing around in the washroom and reported them to HR. Now that they had been caught, they were offered two choices. To stop fooling around and focus on work or to quit.
James thought about all the moments they had shared and realized he had fallen in love with her. So, he stepped up and said he would let go of his job if it meant being with her. Jeanette on the other hand was not ready to leave her job. They were given a final warning and sent off. James knew he couldn’t deal with nursing a heartbreak while still working with her so he decided to quit.
The thought of having to start looking for a job while forgetting about Jeanette weighed him down. So, like a good friend, I stepped in and offered a shoulder. After one month, James started to accept the situation and move on with his life. Our lives went on as normal but just when you think the worst is over, another problem arises.
James and I had formed a culture of staying in and playing games on weekends. Our favourite being Monopoly. To make the game interesting we would invite a few of our other friends. During one of our game nights, we heard a knock on the door. James stood up to go open the door and found Jeanette holding an envelope. She handed him the envelope and left immediately. He opened the envelope and found an ultrasound baby photo.
After the month he had, this was the last thing he needed. However, given that James had grown up without a father he knew he had to step up. Jeanette was an independent woman who believed that she didn’t need a man to raise her baby. Even so, James was always prepared to make her pregnancy journey more bearable.
The two would go for checkups together and he would offer to take her home. To ensure she had all she needed he went back to the company he worked for and begged for his job back. Luckily, they accepted and he started immediately. James let go of all his clubbing habits and focused on Jeanette’s health. He always took it upon himself to do her shopping and would even offer to cook for her on weekends. Jeanette slowly started to warm up to the idea of them being a family. However, she knew that James was only doing this for the baby.
In her seventh month, I ended up having to move in with James for a short period. My apartment required fumigation and since my parents lived far, he was my only option. James, being the loving best friend he was, offered me his second bedroom. In the morning he went to shower as I was making breakfast. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and to my surprise it was Jeanette.
I had never had the chance to meet her and so it was exciting to finally see her in person. On the other hand, she wasn’t that pleased to see me.
“Hey, do we have an appointment today?” James said as he walked down the stairs.
“No, I just wanted to run a few things by you,” She replied while still staring at me, specifically what I was wearing.
I had formed a habit of walking around the house in a short and vest. James and I had become so comfortable around each other that he didn’t seem to mind.
“Okay, come in. This is Liz, my best friend that I am always telling you about,” He said.
“Nice to meet you,” I said as I extended my hand.
“Likewise,” She said as she walked in and made her way to the sofa.
I wasn’t one to cause drama over petty jealousy so I closed the door and went upstairs to give them space to talk. An hour later, she left, and I noticed that James didn’t give me the 411 as usual. Anyway, I went about my business.
The following weekend, Jeanette called James abruptly and he dashed out of the house. She had fallen and sprained her leg but luckily the baby was okay. James, realizing that her living alone was a danger to the baby, asked her to stay with him so he could take care of her. That was the beginning of my nightmare.
Jeanette never liked me and so she always tried her best to ensure James and I couldn’t spend time together. Even though her leg was sprained she was always doing the most. She would cook for him every day, clean his clothes and even interrupt our game nights with “emergencies”. She had made us believe she was in labour twice just so his attention could shift to her.
Not to mention all the petty things she would do to me whenever James was not around. I preferred editing from home and so when I would take breaks, she would switch off the Wi-Fi. This would end up disrupting my flow of work. Sometimes she would finish up food in the name of cravings but I knew it was on purpose. The worst part was, I knew that telling James all these things would affect our friendship so that wasn’t an option.
Instead, I decided to talk to her and assure her that if she wanted James then I would never stand in her way. However, I reminded her that given what she had done to him, I had to be cautious and protect James. She took it surprisingly well and agreed to stop being petty which she did.
The two of us lived in harmony for a few days until she pulled the worst possible stunt ever. James had been sent to Nakuru for three days for work. So, he left on a Friday morning after breakfast. Jeanette was still sleeping so I put on my headphones and started working. An hour later, she came downstairs, grabbed the headphones from my head and asked me to make breakfast for her.
“Are you feeling unwell?” I asked.
“Yes, I feel a little tired,” She said.
“Okay let me call Leah to come and she’ll be able to help you with what you need,” I said.
Leah was the lady James would call from time to time to help out with housework. She was also a great cook.
“Why can’t you do it? Leah will take time to get here and I’m hungry,” She said.
“I have work to finish editing. Let me tell her to hurry,” I said as I texted Leah.
“I can’t believe how selfish you are being. I’m not giving these back until you make my breakfast,” She said as she held onto my headphones.
“Fine, stay with them,” I said.
She walked over to the living room, switched on the TV and played music at 100% volume.
“I thought we agreed that you won’t be petty,” I said.
She ignored me.
“Give me my headphones!” I snapped as I tried taking them from her.
We ended up doing a push and pull and she fell on the floor.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” I asked her as I grabbed the remote, reduced the volume and rushed to help her.
She had scrapped her hand on the side of the table and was bleeding. I rushed to look for the first aid kit and heard a knock on the door. Knowing she couldn’t answer, I rushed back and opened for Leah the door then went back to the bathroom to look for the kit.
When I came back to treat her wound, James called me and so I picked up.
“Are you trying to kill my baby?” He asked in an angry tone.
“James cool down, she just scrapped her hand a little,” I said.
“Why were you fighting with her in the first place?” He asked.
“You think I was fighting with a pregnant woman?” I said.
“Take her to the hospital now and you better hope my baby is okay!” He snapped.
I hang up the call and called an Uber immediately. Jeanette ended up being okay and they dressed up her wound. I took her home and went for a walk to clear my head. By the time I got back, I was shocked to find James in the house. They were on the floor and judging from the look on his face, he was about to blame me for something else.
“What now?” I said.
“Jeanette tripped and fell. Luckily, she didn’t get hurt,” He replied.
“Let me guess, you think I pushed her?” I replied sarcastically.
“No but judging by today’s events I can’t completely rule out that thought,” He said bluntly.
“You know I thought the women you dated had issues but Jeanette is on a whole new level,” I said.
“Excuse me?” She said.
“You have been such a nuisance since the day you got here. James, you know me, I would never put anyone’s life in danger,” I said.
“I think it’s time you left my house,” He said.
“What?” I replied.
“I’m not going to lose my baby because of your petty drama. Jeanette is the mother of my child, and I can’t trust her around you,” He said.
“You know what? I don’t have to deal with this. One day you’ll know the truth and I hope you will be able to forgive yourself,” I said.
James ignored what I said and turned to ask Jeanette if there was anything she needed.
I packed my bags, called an Uber and left without looking at either of them. It was unbelievable that after all these years a woman that wasn’t even his girlfriend would make him think I was jealous. My apartment had been okay for a while, but I enjoyed staying with James, so I had never bothered to tell him.
When I got home, I decided to give James space hoping we would be able to fix our issues soon. This was our first major fight in years and although I was disappointed in what he said I didn’t like it when he was mad at me. The days went by, and James never reached out. Slowly I started to adjust to my life without him even though I missed him. After a month, I decided to check in and see how he was doing so I called him. He didn’t pick up my call and never called me back, so I sent him and text. He opened it and blue-ticked me before going offline.
“Guess I have to accept that our friendship is over,” I thought to myself.
A couple of months went by, and I slowly went back to my habit of going to the rooftop of my building. It helped me to remain sane as I dealt with my emotions. One evening I found James standing at my spot in silence. I walked up to him, and we both found ourselves apologizing at the same time.
He told me about Jeanette and how he found out that the pregnancy was not his. To make matters worse, she had been deleting texts and calls so he wouldn’t talk to any woman who wasn’t a family member. I handed him the packet of Skittles I had in my hand.
He smiled at me and we both stared at the view. I knew our friendship had been stained and it would take time for things to get back to the way they were. However, at that moment none of that mattered, I was comfortable just being there with him in silence.
Relationships
We all want fairytale love, but this is the love we truly deserve
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12 months agoon
December 8, 2023By
Melody 911FMWhen I was an awkward, chunky, bespectacled 12-year-old, I had this elaborate fantasy about how my first kiss would go, and it was straight out of a fairytale.
I would have long shiny hair that was perfectly straight with no hint of humidity-induced frizzing. My first kiss would take place in a field of tall grass. My skin would be clear and my limbs long, lean, sun-kissed.
It would be a beautiful summer day, and I would be wearing a long white dress — sleeveless, gauzy, and not quite see-through. He would be the human version of Prince Eric from “The Little Mermaid.” The kiss would be soft and confident, with perfectly matched mouths and sweet-smelling breath.
Most nights, I would fall asleep to this fantasy playing on a loop in my mind. Sometimes, I would practice kissing on my hand, my face burning with anticipation.
How my first kiss really happened: a dark back room of Skate ‘N’ Space.
It was a Thursday night, popular with youth groups because they only played contemporary Christian music. I was 14 and he was 15. He smelled like he tripped and fell into a vat of Drakkar Noir before leaving the house.
I’d gotten contacts and was no longer schlepping around all that baby weight, but I was still incredibly awkward. His shirt was purple satin, and I was wearing acid-wash jeans.
When our mouths finally met, it was at a weird angle, and our teeth clashed together.
We immediately pretended that the kiss didn’t happen. But his lips were soft and his hands were kind, and he really did look a little bit like Prince Eric — if I squinted hard enough.
We live in a world of make-believe, fairytale love. Hollywood churns out rom-coms with depressing frequency, Harlequin romances take up multiple shelves in every bookstore, and television couples look and act perfectly even when they’re actually perfectly awful.
This is what we all grow up with, maybe even more now than ever, when all anybody ever shows on social media is the best parts of their lives.
Who can blame us for believing in the lie that “flawless” love is the ideal?
The truth is that love without flaws doesn’t exist.
Each one of us is imperfect in a multitude of ways, so how could love be different?
Imperfect love is real because it isn’t perfect.
What could be more romantic than seeing and accepting the most unappealing qualities that we have? What kind of “once upon a time” could compare to the moment when two people recognize how much damage they could do to each other and fall into each other’s arms anyway? And what happier ending exists than the one where we find someone, against all the odds and love them the more that we know them?
We’re all conditioned to look for fairytale love, to hold out for pumpkin carriages, princes in disguise, and spellbound maidens asleep in the woods. But the love that we think that we crave might not be the love that we actually need.
The love that we need is messy, surprising, unreasonable, and incredible.
It’s the kind of love where we feel seen, heard, safe, and secure. It’s a love that starts off like horses galloping across your heart, then mellows into a steady sunset.
When we let go of our impossible expectations, we make room for real love, and real love gives us strength and meaning.
That’s the kind of love that you deserve, so don’t sell yourself short.